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After sleeping a hell of a lot more than he meant to, and sitting in with Jake all day, Roland comes downstairs. He's shaved, and he doesn't look like hell any more.

Or any more than he did before Walter showed up, anyway.

He's got his notebook with him, and when he gets to the bar, he sets it down. "Two burgers, and a beer." One beer's okay. No more than that, though.

The gunslinger takes his dinner and his notebook over to the table and eats. As he does, he makes notes...and keeps an eye out for someone.

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*After his conversation with Bran (thanks to Millitime), Will sees Roland, and approaches.*

"Long days and pleasant nights to you, Will Stanton." The gunslinger points at a chair. "Join me, if you would."

It's just shy of a command.

And may you have twice the number.

*Will slides into a seat, not appearing surprised by the near-command.*

Moiraine said I should talk to you.

Roland nods. "You know about Jake, then, and what I'd ask you to do?"

*Will nods, but the expression on his face is considering.*

Maybe not in all the detail. The second time we talked, when she told me that I should talk to you, we were with other people. And so she didn't say much, and most of it indirect.

But some of it, yes. About this Walter, at least as much as she could tell me a few days ago. And that Jake is not hurt physically, but hurt and unconscious for all of that.

Quietly: "He's fighting within his mind. Jake, and Walter. I think. The Lady Moiraine was able to reach him, and he sent me an image of what he saw. She says he told her he doesn't know how much longer he can hold on, and that she can do nothing further. She suggested I ask you, because your magic is...different from hers."

The gunslinger's eyes lock on Will's. "I would ask you to help, Will -- to see if there's anything you can do to help Jake, and if there is, I would have you do it."

Will might get the impression towards the end that Roland isn't happy about being utterly helpless here.

*quietly* I'll do what I can. Gladly.

Something in Roland's face breaks -- some tension -- and he stands. "Got time now?"

*stands with him and smiles a little, no humor but perhaps attempted reassurance.*

Sure.

Roland leads the way upstairs.

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